About The Blog

"Arthor" comprises "art" + "Author" while "Journer" defines the journey that I was on and continue to travel.

In this blog is the emotional byproduct of this journey.

"Rites of Art" is the title because it is my "writes" of passage.

Saturday, January 19, 2008

Now That You Are Gone

After you left the sun never returned to my skyGray heavens filled my every dayThe seas all receded and diedOnly rain on the day you went awayThe full moon now hid by black cloudsFlowers wilted and frozen brownMy world covered in a dark shroudFreezing rain attacks ounce fertile groundThe trees have sacrificed all their leafsFruit is now rotting on the soilBirds silenced by the deafening breezeThere is an earthquake in my soulThe sky can no longer be the canvas for the sunsetRainbows have been condemned to their graveSuch visions my mind forced to forgetYet some memories have to be savedAfter you left the forest became desertsOnce lush and green now forbidden and barrenMy world only offers pains and hurtsWhat pains me more is I am the only one caring